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[stitch_witch]

A good day to you all.

My name is Lark. I have not has the chance nor the pleasure of making the acquaintance of many of you here. I arrived shortly before the spell took hold, and as such have been woefully remiss in making introductions. What is more, I do not know who I may have met in that spell is truly here.

Therefore I have chosen to make myself visible on this 'communication device' in an attempt to meet, or perhaps reacquaint myself with, those who reside here.

[The woman pauses, contemplating for a moment, clearly getting her thoughts in order.]

I would also like to know if there are those present who work with thread-crafts. Sewing, weaving, spinning, knitting, making clothes. In my presence here it is my hope that I can use my skills and experience to make more thread, yarn, and cloth from the glownies, and perhaps anything similar to cotton or flax if we are to find those. However it is a lot of work for a single person to do, and I wished to see if there are others who might have the skills to assist me, or who might wish to learn them.

And, might I say from experience, if nothing else I would be happy to teach everyone how to spin thread. It is truly quite relaxing once you have the practice at it. But also because I think it would be valuable for me to have a small spool of thread made by every person willing to do so, that might be used for locating spells if people were to wander off into the wilds and go missing. Or, failing that, to have people carry around a spool of finished thread for a few days to charge with your native energy for the same purpose.

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[stitch_witch]

[Lark smiled and found another bed, smaller, to sit on. Yes, this was lovely.]

One should be considerate to those close to him. But I spent much time on the road. I am easily pleased by my sleeping accommodations.

[deal_me_in]

Oh, I can relate with that. I used to be out all over the place before I got saddled with Vanguard duty in the City. No beds out in the wilderness, no houses on the moon. You just made do.

[Turning, he looks at Lark's pick.]

We have a winner? Or you still browsing?

[stitch_witch]

Yes, this shall serve me. I do not have complicated tastes.

[And too many personal or complex items would make her feel uncomfortable. Her religious order was not very big on massive amounts of personal possessions to show one's wealth.]

[deal_me_in]

Great! I'll move this closer to the entrance.

[He steps over to the bed, studying it. Once Lark got up, he'd give it a lift and testing, but he doubts it'll be too difficult to move, and definitely more practical than some of the others around.]

You saw the chairs when we passed 'em earlier, I'll find you there.

[stitch_witch]

Are you sure I cannot help you?

[It seems strange, to allow him to do the work on his own. She should provide assistance, but chairs...]

[deal_me_in]

I got this!

[He lifts an end to prove a point. True, it's a bit of an awkward size but he's sure he can manage. The Exo shoos Lark off.]

[stitch_witch]

[Well, that's something. Lark nods, though she does not seem pleased, before heading off to find chairs.]

[deal_me_in]

[At least he won't be embarrassing himself in this case. Once Lark's gone off, Cayde hefts the bed up a little higher so he can put his back to it. Still awkward although a little less so, but at least this way he won't go making annoying sounds dragging the entire thing along.

...boy he misses transmats. Maybe soon.]

[stitch_witch]

[Too bad. For now he must be what he must be, which is someone who can carry things because the tech isn't there to do it. At least Lark is far quicker in picking out chairs. She hasn't complex needs. Not at all.]